::yet another candidate:: -- Honshu Sands

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Date Posted: 21:58:02 01/01/02 Tue
Author: Avigdor
Subject: ::yet another candidate::

The next candidate to enter the sands was a tall, well-built youth, in about his eighteenth turn of life. His thick black hair fell in argumentative hanks at his broad shoulders, though he seemed not to notice. Peering out between yet more hair, his golden hazel eyes seemed to sparkle with unplayed tricks. His thin lips seemed perpetually quirked in an insane grin. He scurried out to the middle of the sands, fingers steepled as he surveyed the rapidly dwindling clutch, and he wondered if one of the eggs' occupants might find him worthy. His cheery face turned unusually solemn as he watched the ovoids. They looked rather weak, and he desperately hoped that all would hatch, though he knew it would be no surprise if some didn't. They had been sitting out here for much too long. Well, nothing to do but wait... and hope...
He sat down cross-legged and stared at the others, and wondered if these were to become fellow dragonriders. He did not care about much right now, but he only wished that any hatchling might consider him worth its while. Despite his usual nonchalant appearance with the merchant train, he longed for a different life. He knew he was not cut out to be a trader. His true love was actually doing something to save Pern, or at least that's how he saw it. Avigdor took out a flute he'd whittled himself and began to play, to pass the time before his fate was decided...

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